Writing

Short story: A North-South Dance

legs of dancers in pointe, flat, and demi-pointe shoes

This is my non-entry in the Townsville City Council Short Story Competition on the theme “My life in the North”. Just because I’m not eligible to enter doesn’t mean I can’t write something. The fan whirred.  Click. Click. It’s uneven. A wobble each rotation. I can’t remember the last time I slept in silence. A … [Read more…]

I used to write.

black book with bright birds on the cover, two black pens next to it, all on a white cloth background

I used to consider myself a writer. It was a part of my identity. I always wrote things when I was younger. Poems. Stories. The Next Best-Selling Young Adult Novel. For a while it turned to letters. Elaborate letters home when I was living abroad. Whatever it was, I was always writing. I went to … [Read more…]